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James E. Henderson. The American College of Switzerland Zoo
Prologue
Chapter One. Enter the Prince
Chapter Two. Escaping Vietnam
Chapter Three. The Summer
Chapter Four. The Magic Mountain
Chapter Five. The Sophomore Dorm and the Satyrs
Chapter Six. Princesses and Goddesses
Chapter Seven. The Zoo and Its Keepers
Chapter Eight. An Audience with the Prince
Chapter Nine. The Fondue Party
Chapter Ten. Hell House
Chapter Eleven. Fall Sports
Chapter Twelve. A Walk in the Park
Chapter Thirteen. Freshman Dorm
Chapter Fourteen. Parents’ Visit
Chapter Fifteen. The Mating Season
Chapter Sixteen. La Neige
Chapter Seventeen. Bennie
Chapter Eighteen. Paris Nights
Chapter Nineteen. The Berneuse
Chapter Twenty. Christmas
Chapter Twenty One. La Grande Neige
Chapter Twenty Two. Saas Fee
Chapter Twenty Three. Kaeti
Chapter Twenty Four. The Ski Team
Chapter Twenty Five. Recovery
Chapter Twenty Six. Jean Claude and the GS
Chapter Twenty Seven. Spring Break With Kaeti
Chapter Twenty Eight. War Games
Chapter Twenty Nine. LAS Governor’s Cup
Chapter Thirty. Le Palais Montreux
Chapter Thirty One. The Stones
Chapter Thirty Two. In Hell!
Chapter Thirty Three. The Princess and the Dwarf
Chapter Thirty Four. The Race
Chapter Thirty Five. Spring Sports
Chapter Thirty Six. Spring’s Dissolution
Chapter Thirty Seven. Old Friends
Chapter Thirty Eight. Graduation
Epilogue
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At lunch on the second day of classes my new friend Jim Wilds and I were waiting for the food to be served as our buddy Gil walked in with the brown-eyed blonde of the Fab Four – four beautiful blondes that Wilds and I had spotted on our first day on this Alp. The three of us had yet to inspire the slightest interest from them or from the wealthy and arrogant but even lovelier goddesses who seemed to run the girls' dorm. It would be some time before we'd realize that we were in the wrong class and that “class” had nothing to do with history or French.
As we watched Gil, we wondered if his blonde hair and sharp profile had just broken the barrier. He said something to the brown-eyed blonde, and she smiled as she headed to join the other three. Wilds and I sat in silent amazement as Gil walked to our table.
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Tiny had sat up and was looking frustrated. Kaeti walked over and separated my skis, then began flexing one like an archer testing a bow.
“Harts, huh, really flexible. They should be great in deep powder! Tiny’s Red Stars are really stiff. He needs that, given his size, but they won’t be as easy to turn.”
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